作词 : Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Marshall Mathers 作曲 : Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Marshall Mathers (Intro: Cordae) Gotta ride with 'em, ride with 'em Ride with 'em, roll with the, woah, woah, woah Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em," we could ride with 'em Ride with 'em, woah, we could, woah, woah, woah I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what Check it out, nigga, woah, woah, woah, woah Nigga, we could fight with 'em, ride Yeah, uh, yeah
(Verse 1: Cordae) Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright Protect your energy from poison when the python strike My first mistake was doin' robberies on Niken bikes Watch my moves and I'ma show you what a icon like Y'all let bygones be bygones, right? Nigga, **** your truce, bust your move And if that nigga touch your shoes You better blast on 'em and on my mama, nigga I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs Nigga, **** the early bird, nigga I'ma get this mother****in' chicken And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga We can ****in' solve it, on my mama, nigga I just been itchin' to prove myself I just pray throughout the struggle I don't lose myself Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself They catchin' bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon' tell But listen
(Chorus: Cordae) I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you I can tell you by the time I had to drop a nigga rank And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
(Verse 2: Cordae) First and foremost, for every door that's opened, a door close Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe And Lord knows livin' like this, it leads a short road A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin' Instead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran Made a couple dollars from come-ups, my niggas flexin' Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school Give a **** about your Shade Room when I had made room For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm' Had to bring the mother****in' swang on 'em And I ain't even wanna have to blank on 'em That Lam' truck got a full tank on 'em But, a nigga better not look at me wrong It's certain shit that I can't say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga
(Chorus: Cordae & Eminem) I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you I can tell you by the time I had to drop a nigga rank And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
(Verse 3: Eminem) I done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I Could still remember just how bad I used to want five mics My biggest dream was just to make it into unsigned height It's so hard for me to fathom this was once my life Shit'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal So I treat the beat like it's Tekashi *khaa* Spit on that bitch like Meek Mill My addiction got me weak willed (Yup) I'm relapsing I think I can't seem to stop eating Beat Pills And Dr. D.R.E., he still keeps on giving me refills Send them at me, put 'em to an end discriminately Women and men, and little kids seem to citizen like it's empty With Gen Z, put ‘em in a frenzy (Haha) But no gift (What?) is in me (Why?), I'm stingy (Yeah) And that is the mother****in' difference (Between who?) them and me That's the reason I'm in my Louis Vuitton (What am I?) Gorier than evil, this rap shit is something that you'll never see me at Like senior prom (Put 'em in a) What I mean's the bars higher than Cheech & Chong (Wow) When you give them each a bong (Yeah) I call my stans a fan club 'cause whoever it's unleashed upon (What?) ****in' beats upon(Bitch) Like police batons (Y'all are) y'all window shoppers Bunch of peepin' Toms Still got that bullseye on my back (Back), red dot on my head (Yeah) Yeah, blood on my hands (Why?) 'Cause some of the rhymes that I've said Police squad on the task Got them hot on my trail like stepfather with the belt I got squat on my ass, I was painfully shot Now I'm proud of myself (Like) like Obama's kids (I came) I came outta my shell On my momma, shit, no, daugher's a bitch (Here we go now) Every single word, without futher or do, it's return of the roots It's more murderous than is So what you're gonna do is think I'm allergic when I point this mother****ing burner achoo I throw shade, it'll be curtains for you Pray for the birds to give through Birth of a new worser me who's determined to do permanent damage But the words that I do birth, I'm referred to as Zeus Circlin' you like I'm a vulture, features are tournaments I turn 'em in two, looses like verbal abuse, language for the youths Cursin' you, made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth Jumped a hurdle But I'm through with tellin' you 'bout the food stamps and the government cheese And how we used to get school unches for free Already told ya 'bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and jeans When it was mother, lil' brother, and me I told you 'bout bein' kicked out, twenty degrees No money to eat (Yeah) 'bout the thrift stores and being piss poor, the Christmas's, Ma had gifts for us when bro and me discovered that she Was wrappin' shit up around the house to stick it under the tree
[00:00.000] 作词 : Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Marshall Mathers [00:01.000] 作曲 : Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Marshall Mathers [00:12.527] (Intro: Cordae) [00:12.964] Gotta ride with 'em, ride with 'em [00:14.571] Ride with 'em, roll with the, woah, woah, woah [00:17.125] Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em," we could ride with 'em [00:19.945] Ride with 'em, woah, we could, woah, woah, woah [00:22.857] I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what [00:29.388] Check it out, nigga, woah, woah, woah, woah [00:31.155] Nigga, we could fight with 'em, ride [00:31.651] Yeah, uh, yeah [00:32.669] [00:32.803] (Verse 1: Cordae) [00:32.941] Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright [00:35.458] Protect your energy from poison when the python strike [00:38.270] My first mistake was doin' robberies on Niken bikes [00:41.002] Watch my moves and I'ma show you what a icon like [00:43.759] Y'all let bygones be bygones, right? [00:46.369] Nigga, **** your truce, bust your move [00:48.319] And if that nigga touch your shoes [00:50.137] You better blast on 'em and on my mama, nigga [00:52.427] I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em [00:55.047] Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs [00:57.646] Nigga, **** the early bird, nigga [00:59.150] I'ma get this mother****in' chicken [01:00.953] And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga [01:03.470] We can ****in' solve it, on my mama, nigga [01:05.683] I just been itchin' to prove myself [01:07.622] I just pray throughout the struggle I don't lose myself [01:10.111] Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself [01:12.604] They catchin' bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon' tell [01:16.337] But listen [01:17.088] [01:17.228] (Chorus: Cordae) [01:17.439] I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint [01:19.270] And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you [01:21.825] I can tell you by the time I had to drop a nigga rank [01:24.641] And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you [01:27.754] I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands [01:30.323] And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you [01:32.840] I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan [01:35.569] I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga [01:38.599] [01:38.763] (Verse 2: Cordae) [01:38.974] First and foremost, for every door that's opened, a door close [01:40.937] Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe [01:44.125] And Lord knows livin' like this, it leads a short road [01:47.062] A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin' [01:49.684] Instead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren [01:52.091] Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran [01:54.719] Made a couple dollars from come-ups, my niggas flexin' [01:57.591] Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections [02:00.265] Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school [02:02.991] Give a **** about your Shade Room when I had made room [02:05.844] For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm' [02:08.231] Had to bring the mother****in' swang on 'em [02:10.926] And I ain't even wanna have to blank on 'em [02:13.834] That Lam' truck got a full tank on 'em [02:16.557] But, a nigga better not look at me wrong [02:19.334] It's certain shit that I can't say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga [02:22.167] [02:22.375] (Chorus: Cordae & Eminem) [02:22.608] I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint [02:24.685] And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you [02:27.555] I can tell you by the time I had to drop a nigga rank [02:30.053] And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you [02:32.953] I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands [02:35.520] And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you [02:38.478] I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) [02:40.851] I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga [02:43.855] [02:44.041] (Verse 3: Eminem) [02:44.236] I done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I [02:46.375] Could still remember just how bad I used to want five mics [02:49.090] My biggest dream was just to make it into unsigned height [02:51.580] It's so hard for me to fathom this was once my life [02:54.418] Shit'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal [02:56.201] So I treat the beat like it's Tekashi *khaa* [02:57.790] Spit on that bitch like Meek Mill [02:59.284] My addiction got me weak willed (Yup) [03:00.482] I'm relapsing I think I can't seem to stop eating Beat Pills [03:02.849] And Dr. D.R.E., he still keeps on giving me refills [03:05.252] Send them at me, put 'em to an end discriminately [03:08.026] Women and men, and little kids seem to citizen like it's empty [03:10.522] With Gen Z, put ‘em in a frenzy (Haha) [03:12.170] But no gift (What?) is in me (Why?), I'm stingy (Yeah) [03:13.884] And that is the mother****in' difference (Between who?) them and me [03:16.509] That's the reason I'm in my Louis Vuitton (What am I?) [03:19.673] Gorier than evil, this rap shit is something that you'll never see me at [03:24.395] Like senior prom (Put 'em in a) [03:25.581] What I mean's the bars higher than Cheech & Chong (Wow) [03:28.064] When you give them each a bong (Yeah) [03:29.627] I call my stans a fan club 'cause whoever it's unleashed upon (What?) [03:33.473] ****in' beats upon(Bitch) [03:35.182] Like police batons (Y'all are) y'all window shoppers [03:37.376] Bunch of peepin' Toms [03:38.906] Still got that bullseye on my back (Back), red dot on my head (Yeah) [03:41.787] Yeah, blood on my hands (Why?) [03:43.625] 'Cause some of the rhymes that I've said [03:45.595] Police squad on the task [03:46.660] Got them hot on my trail like stepfather with the belt [03:49.085] I got squat on my ass, I was painfully shot [03:51.795] Now I'm proud of myself (Like) like Obama's kids [03:54.452] (I came) I came outta my shell [03:57.062] On my momma, shit, no, daugher's a bitch [03:59.839] (Here we go now) [04:00.273] Every single word, without futher or do, it's return of the roots [04:02.552] It's more murderous than is [04:04.050] So what you're gonna do is think I'm allergic when I point this mother****ing burner achoo [04:06.882] I throw shade, it'll be curtains for you [04:08.293] Pray for the birds to give through [04:09.163] Birth of a new worser me who's determined to do permanent damage [04:11.885] But the words that I do birth, I'm referred to as Zeus [04:14.062] Circlin' you like I'm a vulture, features are tournaments [04:16.038] I turn 'em in two, looses like verbal abuse, language for the youths [04:18.264] Cursin' you, made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth [04:20.873] Jumped a hurdle [04:21.649] But I'm through with tellin' you 'bout the food stamps and the government cheese [04:24.339] And how we used to get school unches for free [04:26.647] Already told ya 'bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and jeans [04:29.910] When it was mother, lil' brother, and me [04:32.196] I told you 'bout bein' kicked out, twenty degrees [04:34.552] No money to eat (Yeah) [04:35.388] 'bout the thrift stores and being piss poor, the Christmas's, Ma had gifts for us when bro and me discovered that she [04:40.849] Was wrappin' shit up around the house to stick it under the tree
